{"id":3313,"date":"2025-06-10T14:38:50","date_gmt":"2025-06-10T14:38:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3313"},"modified":"2025-06-10T14:38:52","modified_gmt":"2025-06-10T14:38:52","slug":"why-every-student-deserves-to-be-seen-spoken-word","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/why-every-student-deserves-to-be-seen-spoken-word\/","title":{"rendered":"Why Every Student Deserves to Be Seen Spoken Word"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

He sat in the back.<\/strong>
Not because he liked it there…
But because it hurt less to be ignored
Than to be noticed and torn apart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They called him slow.<\/strong>
Said he was a waste of chalk,
A sentence that couldn\u2019t end,
A question mark that never made sense.
So they punished him
For not being what they expected.
For being a whisper in a classroom full of noise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At home?<\/strong>
The only lesson he learned
Was that failure came with bruises.
That when numbers danced out of reach,
So did his father’s love.
The belt had better memory than the man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He began to believe<\/strong>
That maybe\u2026 maybe he was broken.
That his mind was a maze even God forgot to finish.
That the world only clapped for the quick,
Never the kind who crawl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day, a stranger walked in.<\/strong>
A new teacher,
Not the kind who tested memory,
But the kind who tested hearts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn\u2019t raise his voice.
He raised hope.
He didn\u2019t roll his eyes.
He rolled up his sleeves and said:
\u201cLet\u2019s try again. Together.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A sweet on a desk.
A note that said, \u201cI see you.\u201d<\/em>
And for the first time,
The boy believed he was worth seeing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He started reading not just to pass,
But to breathe.
Started answering,
Not just to please,
But to speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the grades?
They followed the healing.
Because you can\u2019t grow in a place that waters fear.
But give a seed some grace,
It\u2019ll split the earth open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was never slow.<\/strong>
He just walked a different rhythm.
And all he needed…
Was someone willing to match his pace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


To the teachers who still see the quiet ones,
To the mentors who feed souls before scores,
You are the reason some of us survived school.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

He wasn\u2019t slow.<\/strong>
He was just\u2026
Unseen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I Almost Lost Everything to Alcohol \u2014 Until God Stepped In<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/v\/14DSmkqXMXa<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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